good times, good times., by tina k. Subscribe to rss feed for tina k. 

i remember that time when we hung out at my house.
i remember that time when we saw that mouse.
i also remember that time when we both had to make that mask
for art class.
and we broke that very large glass.
good times good times but we are NEVER gonna relive  those
days.
Posted: 2009-12-06 15:42:13 UTC
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